I look about fifty, an average man with an average man's body. I lifted my penis to look at the scrotum underneath, with two ordinary-looking testicle... hanging innocently within. Ordinary-looking, but the very future of the human race.On the counter was the device. It consisted of a handle and at right angles to it a smooth plastic cylinder with rounded end, about the width and length of a small penis, with small openings all along it. Protruding from the spot where the handle met the cylinder. Fuck. Is going on in here?” I turned around to see her staring at my thong clad ass in the heat of fantasy, embarrassed and hoping she did not hear what I just said. After what felt like an eternity of me waiting for her to say something, she eventually did. “I should’ve known this is what you were up to, always rushing upstairs every time you first get here or I come downstairs. I’m guessing you might know something about my red and black striped LaSenza thong that went missing when I visited. She licked all the cum off her boobs and face. And seeing her naked like that got me hard all over again. I asked, “One more session?” She was like, always ready. But, this time, I wanted to try something different.So I asked her to lay sideways and she did. I put my right hand under her and reached her boobs and started fondling. With my other hand, I was rubbing her ass slowly went to her pussy lips. I spread them and started finger fucking my best friend. Sreenidhi was enjoying it very. "He told the skinny cop to stay and keep an eye on me, "Make sure the bitch doesn't get out and slip away."He came back about five minutes later with a cop who had sergeant stripes on his sleeve. He cut right to the chase, "Officer Mace says you are giving him problems." No, it's the other way around. The officer beat on my door, woke me up, started calling me an asshole and my wife a hooker and then he told me that he didn't like my attitude and that my attitude had just earned me a half a.